When my sister comes to town, it’s a special time. This is our second visit in less than a month and I’m relishing every second of it. Yesterday was spent with our son and his lady, and youngest daughter and her daughter. We started, as usual, at the kitchen table. With each story of what’s going on currently and memories of the passed, the laughter grew to a fever pitch.
All of us have been blessed with a good sense of humor and just being together at the dinner table seems to conjure up thoughts of our childhood together, our family discussions, our plans and goal, but mostly things that make tears of joy spill from our eyes.
When my sister and I were growing up, the dinner table was often not a funny place at all. My dad worked third shift and was not a happy guy during the dinner hour. Instead of happy times, our discussions often wound up with tears and misunderstandings. Fortunately, that inborn sense of humor saw us through most of those difficult dinners. As my sister says, “maybe we need therapy for that,” and I counter, “just get over it!” the laughter poured forth again.
We were fortunate to have been given a solid faith to get us through most of those tough times. When you can find humor in most situations, you’re not crazy, you’re simply working through things. At least that’s the way it is with my sister and I. That, and a little Chardonnay is more than enough.
I love my family. Wish our S. Carolina daughter and her family could’ve joined us in our fun last night, but someday there will be a huge reunion. I know for sure, that we’ll all be sharing paradise someday, and that will certainly put a smile on everyone’s face.